Strange Calm

Strange this calm
Of forsaken solitude
Drought ridden eyes
No voices here

A multitude of joys
In memories remembered
Smiles and laughter
Now seldom linger

Gazing they find
In objects new identities
The bathroom slip-ons
So strangely abandoned

Echoes still manifest
Trapped within walls
The voice long gone
Lost to endless slumber

Loss or gain
The argument will continue
When in death
They do depart!

~ by Jolvin on January 23, 2001.